Single by Collette West Stockton Beavers #1 Publication Date: April 22, 2016 Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Sports
Their is nothing better than a man in baseball pants and I love to read about them! This book has everything a baseball (men in thight pants) loving woman could want.
Luke "Single" Singleton is healing from a possibly career ending injury, while trying to take care of his mother whos health and mental stability is failing due to alzheimer's.
Roberta Bennett is just trying to get by after suffering a violent past that still haunts her. Being a caregiver she could be the answer to Luke's problems with his mom as he is determined to keep his mom at home.
As the relationship between Luke and Roberta grows they begin to heal each other.
This book had me absolutely swooning as Luke takes care of his mom and then again as he helps Roberta to heal.
I really enjoyed this book and can't wait to see what book 2 brings us!
A sob rises up in my throat. "Luke, don’t you see? I can’t give you what you want. What’s done can't be undone.” The tears start flowing in earnest now, and I can't hold them back. "It’s just, at the time, I convinced myself that I was okay with it because I never thought I'd meet someone like you. I gave up on life, on ever falling in love again, on ever being happy again.” I take a shaky breath. “And now, I have nothing left to offer you.”
"Don't say that," he cries, getting up and reaching for me. "You're everything I could ever want and more. Don’t you know that?"
I shy away from him, not allowing him to pull me into the warmth of his embrace. "And do you really think I could be happy, knowing that you threw away your future on account of me? Luke, I refuse to hold you back. I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of because you deserve it. That’s why I want you to tell your manager yes. You owe it to yourself, your mom…your dad…to go and play in New York.” I sigh deeply. “If you don’t, I don’t think I’d ever be able to forgive myself.” Hugging my arms to my chest, I slowly back my way out of the kitchen.
"Roberta…" he whispers.
But with silent tears streaming down my face, I keep going. Once I get inside my room, I lock the door before throwing myself down onto the bed, tugging the sheets around me that are still warm from his body.